The Magnificent House
That house that stood there steady
Bringing warmth to all its members and even people outside
But to me it was the place
where I felt cold and unloved
Everyone longed for the next time they would be home
But I longed for the moment I would leave home
And this time to leave for good
I sat in a corner wondering why everyone was happy
Yet I always had tears in my eyes whenever I thought about the place
Or maybe its the people and not the house
A house that stands there so beautiful
Enclosed in a safe and lovely neighbourhood
It was everything I ever dreamed of
But how I wished that I could be happy even just for a day
The house where all memories are held
But my only memories to store are of the pain I had to go through
How I wish I could make good memories
How I wished I never gave the house a reason to look ugly
But why? why do I blame it on the house and not the people?
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